YES ! even here, not less than in the crowd, Here, where yon vault in formal sweep seems piled Upon the pines, monotonously proud, Fit dome for fane, within whose hoary veil No ribald voice an echo hath defiled-— Where Silence seems articulate ; up-stealing... The Vigil of Faith, and Other Poems - 第115页作者:Charles Fenno Hoffman - 1845 - 158 页全本阅读 - 图书信息
| 1842 - 414 页
...defiled — Where silence seems articulate; up-stealing Like a low anthem toward that sky so pale: — Oppressive on my bosom weighs the feeling Of thoughts...power could quail, For lack of utterance, in abasement bowed, — The cavern'd waves that struggle for revealing, Upon whose idle foam alone God's light hath... | |
| Charles Fenno Hoffman - 1850 - 246 页
...seems piled Upon the pines, monotonously proud, Fit dome for fane, within whose hoary veil No rihald voice an echo hath defiled — Where Silence seems...low anthem's heavenward wail : — Oppressive on my hosom weighs the feeling Of thoughts that language caunot shape atond ; For song too solemn, and for... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 页
...sphere where you next will abide, And that instant, for one, I am off for that planet. PRIMEVAL WOODS. YES ! even here, not less than in the crowd, Here,...power could quail, For lack of utterance, in abasement how'd, — The cavcrn'd waves that struggle for revealing. Upon whose idle foam alone God's light hath... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 页
...proud, Fit dome for fane, within whose hoary veil No ribald voice an echo hath defiled— Where Stlenre seems articulate ; up-stealing Like a low anthem's...the feeling Of thoughts that language cannot shape almiil; For song too solemn, and for prayer too wild. — Thought?, which beneath no human power could... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1873 - 730 页
...proud, Kit dome for fane, within whose hoary veil No ribald voice an echo hath dctilol— Where Silrnre seems articulate ; up-stealing Like a low anthem's...language cannot shape aloud; For song too solemn, and for pravcr too wild, — Thoughts, which beneath no human power could quail, For lark of utterance, in... | |
| 1842 - 330 页
...denied — Where silence seems articulate ; up-stealing Like a low anthem toward that sky so pale: — Oppressive on my bosom weighs the feeling Of thoughts...power could quail, For lack of utterance, in abasement bowed, — The cavern'd waves that struggle for revealing, Upon whose idle foam alone God's light hath... | |
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